There is a horrifying sameness to books about Nazi concentration camps.
To have read once about Auschwitz or Belsen or Dachau ought to be
enough for anyone who does not want to hide from facts. Yet each
successive volume uncovers new variations on the theme of human
bestiality. This fictionalized account is unusual in that it begins
with the agonized if rather naive question of why the Jewish victims of
the Nazis did not try to fight against their doom. It ends upalmost,
it sometimes seems, against the author's intentas an account...